After taking my blood pressure (high again) and reading James Joyce, I repaired to the kitchen to prepare vegetarian dishes for tomorrow.
I have decided to make a squash/kale thingo.
I had to roast the kale and the squash separately. And just like the old cooking shows, here’s the final dish.
I also made stuffing this morning.
Wickedly, I had stuffing and gravy for breakfast.
I did all my cooking listening to the Spotify playlist I made about the Syrian/Lebanese lullaby.
I tried to embed my playlist above. Not sure how that will work. But I do love this music.
I decided not to throw myself in composing for this dance. Although I only have two scheduled things today (my morning ballet class and the evening choir rehearsal), I think I need to “husband my resources” as they say.
I am feeling more and more isolated these days. The things that interest me do not interest many other people. However I am passionate about what I love. I guess I just don’t fit in a Facebooger world. Not exactly a bad thing.
For example one of the reasons I put my food pics here were the memes circulating on my Facebooger feed discouraging people from posting pics of their thanksgiving food.
Also, the memes that I posted (that I thought had pertinent content) seemed to either annoy people or bore people (“Ho hum”).
Family can always check up on me here. And I haven’t sworn it off yet.
Broke down and ordered a copy of the Oxford edition of Finnegans Wake yesterday. I think it cost me $16 including S & H. I would like a hard copy where the pagination matches the scholarship.
I broke down and began rereading Mishima’s Spring Snow recently. I did so because I was interesting in the last volume of his tetralogy, The Sea of Fertility, The Decay of the Angel.
These books remind me of Hesse quite a bit. He’s another love of mine.
I began my day listening to the daily BBC news podcast. They interviewed Laila Lalami about the letter that she and other writers had written to congress. I thought she was brilliant, but I had a heckuva time running it down. Like so many left of center concepts it didn’t seem get any play on the usual news outlets. O look! It’s in The Nation! Sooprise, sooprise.
Sad and sad. Good old Bloomfield Hills.
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